Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.